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Except if she was homeschooled. She kinda looks like the type.

Hmmm.

“Love to pop me another cherry,” Marcus murmurs, but as if to himself.

I let out a low chuckle, but then cut off and frown to myself. “When did you ever fuck a virgin?” I ask through a laugh.

Marcus glances at me as if surprised I’d heard me. “What? Oh.” He laughs, and waves away the question. “Some fugly chick from MU.”

I shake my head at him. We sometimes get students from Mallhaven University in Lavish. Karma Lounge plays the best hard house and trip hop on the weekends, and MU’s students flock to it. Strange that I didn’t know about him taking someone’s v-card, but I guess Marcus isn’t sworn to tell me every fucking ass he pounds.

“Virgo. Virgin.” I pinch my bottom lip. “It’s almost too fucking easy.”

Marcus lets out a low chuckle. “Virgins usually are.”

When I laugh, Dylan and Zak join me.

“Got any ideas?” Dylan asks, stepping up to me and Marcus.

“Plenty,” I say through a grin. “Dylan, make sure that chick of yours knows something is going down in Homeroom today.”

Dylan nods as he slides his phone from his blazer and types out a text to his fuck-buddy, Cindy.

For the first time since I climbed through his bedroom window last night, Marcus’s lips curl into a genuine smile. “This is gonna be fun.”

I nod, having to force my own grin.

He doesn’t know it yet, but if she doesn’t back down then this shit’s going to go way beyond anything considered ‘fun.’

I’m sending Indi Virgo straight back to wherever she came from. She’ll wish she never fucking set foot in my town.

Chapter Six

Indi

Homeroom is on the second floor, and when I walk through the door, the first person I see is Briar. I’m not surprised he got here before me—I had to find my locker first, and then locate this classroom. Textbooks for each of my classes were already inside my locker, and I’d just stared at them. I know I can change the combination on my locker, but this doesn’t bode well for my privacy at Lavish Prep.

Luckily, Briar hasn’t noticed me yet. He’s sitting in the far back of the class, busy on his phone.

Some of the other students are busy texting too, others doing last-minute homework or chatting with friends.

I’d hoped Addison was in my homeroom, but a quick glance establishes that’s not the case.

Nope, just me andPrinceBriar.

I’d chalk it up to coincidence, but after the morning I’ve had…I’m starting to think this is a conspiracy of global fucking proportions.

“You must be Indigo,” a voice behind me announces.

I cringe at the use of my full name as I glance over my shoulder. A lady stands just outside the class I’m blocking the entrance to, studying me.

This must be Ms. Parsons, my homeroom teacher. She’s dressed in Bohemian-style clothes—a loose, flowing skirt, tasseled vest, and a blouse with full sleeves, all in neutral, earthy tones. Her tortoiseshell glasses are propped on a slim nose and her mousy hair—which there’s a lot of—is gathered in a messy, loose braid.

“Why don’t you go take a seat?” she says, her eyes curving as she smiles and points out the closest empty desk.

I nod and hurry to it, keeping my head down so I don’t accidentally make eye contact with anyone.

Like Briar.

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